Yoga

A few weeks ago I signed up to a beginners yoga class. I practise mindfulness daily and love it. It helps ground me a little and puts the brakes on the internal chatter my mind partakes in constantly. Yoga seemed to be a natural progression.

Myself and Kelly got there for class at 6.30 all the teas had been prepared before I left, my dad was watching Reilly until Shane returned so happy days I was off to de-stress. We decided to try Yoga Hens after a recommendation from a friend. The room was dimly lit with candles, warm and was playing some ambient music. Perfect. The mats were lined up on the floor with little cushions and blankets, maybe I was going to get some kip as well this is just win win win.

My stress levels of late have been through the roof. Half term saw the shoot for The Life of Reilly as well as our first charity heart screening weekend. That’s a lot of juggling for the work life balance. Ellis my 11 year old has been stressed to bits because of SATS, SATS for gods sake. I said to him do what you can and that’s it. Do not worry about results because I won’t. He is also feeling the burn at the moment from Reilly and his superglue attachment to me and it’s highlighted the need that we need to work harder at our family dynamics as it is far too easy to just keep Reilly happy as we can and siblings can and do suffer.

I ran out of melatonin and had none for most of half term week. You can never get it next day its always a few days so that meant that I also had little sleep. I do all I can to try and keep stress at bay. I’m eating better, i’m going to the gym, I meditate every night but I’m still incredibly anxious.

I was excited to start yoga but I made a fatal error. I had beans on toast for my dinner before the class. I have never ever in my life been that stressed. I actually pretended I had cramp in my foot to get out of my downward facing dog because an upward facing fog was about to descend on the room. Awful. I was shaking with fear on letting one slip. Next week there will be no beans or pop.

All in all I loved the experience, I’m incredibly not bendy to my disappointment I wanted to be all goddess like and graceful. Instead I fell off balance constantly but tried my best, I muttered Jesus Christ more times than I fell over and felt sorry for the lady behind me having a massive clothed moon in her vision for most of the class.

I’m hoping my path to enlightenment is a quick one and I can be all chill and wear lycra without fear. Can’t wait until next week and see what we have in store. No beans I promise.